Within the framework of the chaotic traffic, no one noticed that my brother and I had stood by the roadside for half an hour.
Mom was busy, so she could not pick us up after school.
While watching his experience in college when I was only in junior high, I told myself that I would get my degree to make him proud.
Now that I am extremely close to that goal, I have set an even higher one for myself, again for my brother. I wanted to do everything he did, and in some ways I wanted to do more. Sure, we would try to one-up each other, but we would cheer each other on the entire time.
(something I could never say to him in risk of his head doubling in size) As we’ve gotten older, it is more and more evident that he just keeps getting better at this, maybe because now the seven-year age difference isn’t as evident as before.
We aren’t being separated between junior high and high school or living at home and already moved out.
However, I must say I have learned many things from my brother.
He may be perverse, obstinate and sometimes disrespectful, but he is always the one who has taught me to be a persevering person who never abandons her aims.
This might seem weird to people; typically people go to college for themselves or to please their parents. My brother is seven years older than me, so we do not have that typical big brother/little sister relationship. We were, and still are, best friends, even with the age gap. He watched Pokémon every morning before school and I was right there next to him every morning. Having a brother as a cheering section helped me make the decision to go to college, push myself to graduate in three years, and then go to grad school.
One of the things that was enhanced by this age difference was how much I looked up to him. I find it hard to make any big decision without talking to him first because his opinion matters so much.